Luyện nghe bài hát The Cure

Too many changes, you from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper
The markets see you as a artist
The McCartneys past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on craft
They just want you to switch lanes up so they can hate on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, face, king's grace
I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a queen
these kings have in common? They had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who ready
They envy the of the greats
They have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways
To what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

A thousand milligrams, sure you don't overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the
gang, don't get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious
Rest in Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip
King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't shit
The cure, all the allure
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, in with Lord

Roll the

Cuban link QB belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I
imitation 'cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my shit
Steak tartare bloody, levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, at the table, the cork twist
I'm like a book by many
give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the
On my James behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in seven already
Life's simple but heavy, shit
from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin' like I grew a new inch on my dick
We at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but some of my was starving
And whatever was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was and was hittin' the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my was on it
No teller, just going off regular signs
often tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading they
needin' no nine
Corner born in ghetto hell
Where metal yell especially over
Life is karma
Whatever you dish out back as blessings or to haunt ya
miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
Play the Clue tapes for old
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas rise 'em up
they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge (Yeah)
MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
Shooter on
Kings live

We go a lot
And nobody wanna hear what we go through
And that's too
Every man go the same Mondays and Fridays
sun, moon, and stars
It's just how you like a man